October 10, 2018
Misery loves company.
Long day at work today, spent a lot of it... Hating myself, as usual.
I should’ve been eating during my 30 minute break, but I just sat there... In my own frustrations... Thinking about “What is he doing right now? What is he thinking right now?”
So, that was my day at work if I wasn’t mindlessly breaking down boxes (which gave me a smol cut on my finger yeet) or mindlessly restocking and reorganizing around.
I had dinner today with my co and some new faces who wanted to join UVSA. It was a fun night, just chatting along and whatnot.
Thinking about to it now, I’m kinda glad for my position... I get to be the welcoming face along with my co to them into UVSA. And I thought about how... It was me. And not you. Because earlier, I was thinking about my place in VSA, in UVSA, and compared it to where you are and I honestly put myself below you. You have a voice, you’re known, you’re well-liked... I’m... around. So, being this welcoming face for them to know and remember... Before they could meet you and I disappear in your shadow. I feel kinda glad. And because we’re on this break, I don’t really have to tell you, “Hey I met them today, they’re really cool people” and stuff. Maybe it’s my malicious mindset, but for once, I feel like VSA is mine.
For awhile, it’s felt like it’s more yours. Not just because of your position now, but because of your presence, even during last semester. And it’s made me unsure about how I felt about being in VSA lately. But today, it helped me feel sure.
Anyways.
I also had a friend over and we watched WongFu shorts and felt sorry for ourselves but also cheered ourselves up with more Wongfu shorts heh. But yea, hence, misery loves company. We were sad together, but we brought ourselves back up.
Again, I did more thinking. And I’ve already come to this conclusion several times before, but I never feel like I’m ready for a relationship. But I still want it because I’m so sure that I can learn, I can be flexible, I can be a good girlfriend, I can handle it. But emotionally, I need to change my thinking or I’d potentially go back into this and this shit will happen again.
But you know what? I’m just rambling. In the end, I’m still overall sad. And I can only just hope you think about me as often as I think about you.















